In a long and narrow valley, attack the giant warriors who can guard one man against ten thousand men?
In the wasteland, one giant warrior can replace thirty elite human soldiers.
In the canyon, this ratio will be greatly magnified.
What kind of hard-hearted heart is inside Zhan Ying's young body?
However, it is not only Zhan Ying who is launching the attack at this moment, but also Zhao Shiqu.
An inch of rivers and mountains, an inch of blood, thousands of young people and thousands of soldiers.
Zhao Shiqu knew that he could not defend this small Eagle Belly Mountain, so he accepted the suggestion of Mr. Zhuge, his first staff member, and chose to attack.
Since there is no way to retreat, then attack, he wants to regain the third line of defense that he just lost.
In order to attack, he used almost all his strength, and he also mobilized the Dragon Cavalry Legion, which suffered heavy losses.
There is not much Fierce Fire Oil left. It is used to deal with the Legion of Destruction that is still in the wasteland outside Yingzui Cliff. Zhao Shiqu does not dare to use Fierce Fire Oil anymore.
I saw tens of thousands of knights from the Dragon Cavalry Legion, as well as countless warriors from the Griffin Tribe and Eagle Tribe, flapping their wings and starting to take off.
Each of them holds a five-stone crossbow and carries several full arrow boxes behind them.
Now these flying armies, relying on their air superiority, flew over the canyon, and then fired wildly at the heavenly warriors in the canyon that was dozens of miles long.
These iron feather arrows will not do much harm to tall soldiers and warriors, but they can harm madman warriors and skeleton warriors.
In particular, the arrows were glowing with a strange green light, indicating that the arrowheads of these crossbow arrows were quenched with poison. At the rear of the battlefield, wooden basins were lined up, and thousands of military doctors were preparing poison.
Countless civilians pulled out bags of herbs from the warehouse, pounded them, mixed several herbs, threw them into wooden basins, and finally put them on the wooden basin.
Pour half a foot of clean water into the basin and stir.
Bundles of iron-feathered arrows were dipped into the sticky wooden basin. After waiting for a few breaths, they were lifted up and handed over to the ready-to-go dragonriders and those foreign warriors who could fly in the southern border.
After receiving the iron feather arrows soaked in poison, these flying armies will immediately take off and fly towards the south. After shooting all the iron feather arrows, they will fly back and continue to receive the next batch of poisonous crossbow arrows.
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War is killing, using swords is killing, using poison is killing, there is no essential difference.
In order to win, you can do whatever it takes.
So war is definitely not an art.
Ye Xiaochuan ushered in one of his opponents, a middle-aged man from the Xuanhuang tribe. He was very handsome. The ugly yellow armor he wore could not hide his aloofness as a heavenly being. Ye Xiaochuan didn't bother to ask his name.
, did not bother to ask whether he was a native of the heaven, or a traitor like Qi Hongye who betrayed the human world. He put all the magical powers he had learned in his life to the middle-aged man over and over again like an exhibition.
The man was pouring out.
Obviously, the middle-aged man's cultivation level is not too high. He is at the peak of Lingji at most, which is much worse than Qi Hongye. However, his defensive power is difficult for even a swordsman like Ye Xiaochuan who majors in swordsmanship to overcome.
.Nine jade pieces of magic weapon exuding dark yellow light, plus an earth-based fairy sword, wrapped him into a turtle shell. Ye Xiaochuan was like a hungry tiger descending the mountain, facing a man whose limbs and head were shrunk in the hard shell.
Turtle, I also feel like I can’t eat it
Sleep.
So, he and this guy got tired of being together like a couple.
The battlefield was divided into two levels. There was a melee in the air hundreds of feet above the ground. Almost a million cultivators were fighting in the space at that height.
A few hundred feet further up is the battle of arts. The battlefield spread out by millions of cultivators below seems to be similar in scale to the battlefield spread out by one or two thousand elders and masters above. This is the battle of skills and sword fighting in the true sense.
The space is very large, and as far as the eye can see, there are a few guys fighting each other like magic weapons, so there is enough space for Ye Xiaochuan and the middle-aged man to get tired of being together.
In fact, Ye Xiaochuan regretted a little. He should have found a beautiful fairy from heaven as his opponent from the beginning. How would it be appropriate to be with a middle-aged uncle who has lived for hundreds of years?
As a promising young man who loves to work and talks about the four beauties and has read many novels, he feels that this is insulting to the gentlemen. Not far away, Wan Yan Wu Tears' opponent is a beautiful fairy from heaven, and he wants to exchange words with Wan Yan Wu Tears.
, it turned out that the beautiful fairy was not at a disadvantage even in the face of Wan Yan Wu Tears' Farewell Divine Whip's fast attack, which made him immediately give up the friendship.
Change your opponent's mind.
Self-knowledge has always been one of his few strengths.
Being able to fight with the white-haired enchantress Wan Yan Wu Lei is inseparable. She is definitely a peerless master in the realm of gods and humans. Ye Xiaochuan does not think that he will be the opponent's three-in-one general.
"I don't believe that I can't break your turtle shell!"
Ye Xiaochuan let out a clear whistle. The sound was loud but very calm. Impatience is a taboo among masters. He has more practical experience than most of the elders here. He knows this truth well.
The Qiankun Yijian was activated more than ten times in a row. This move consumes the power of the soul. In the past, Ye Xiaochuan would occasionally activate the Qiankun Yijian when fighting against the enemy. Now, it is like an expired product on sale, without any restraint, and will never be used.
Too wasteful.
Ye Xiaochuan's speed was very fast. He moved his sword to another place, and almost a dozen black-green sword lights as thin as smoke were shot at the elegant and arrogant heavenly monk almost at the same time.
Around the body of the middle-aged man, nine jade-like magic weapons were hovering, emitting a dark yellow light, flying back and forth. Most of the dozens of sword energy were intercepted and blocked by those weird jade magic weapons.
resolve.
Although there was a deafening banging sound, the jade piece was not broken.
As for the remaining small sword energy that broke through the jade piece's defense, hitting the middle-aged man's defensive sword circle only vibrated the yellow-glow defensive barrier, and there was no way to penetrate it.
abnormal.
These are the two words flashing in Ye Xiaochuan's mind.
The sword master kills with extremely strong attack power, and the sword of Qiankun compresses all the power to form a tiny sword light. The smaller the sword light, the more powerful it is.
He knew that his attainments in the Qiankun Sword were not as good as those of Yun Qiyou, Ning Xiangruo, and Gu Jianchi, but he could definitely rank among the top ten among his peers or peers.
As a result, the sword energy of the powerful Qiankun sword hit the opponent's jade piece, but was unable to break the jade piece.
Ye Xiaochuan can't think of any other way to describe the jade piece's defensive power other than abnormality.
This is a fight between spear and shield, a contest between defense and offense.
Ye Xiaochuan doesn't believe in evil. He can break the Buddhist Vajra Dharma. He doesn't believe that he can't break the defensive barrier of an unknown person in the heaven. So, he pointed his edgeless sword towards the sky, and the dense Qi sword quickly took shape.
It is the Ten Thousand Swords Style among the Eight Divine Sword Styles, one of Cangyun Sect's six major sword styles.